Thumb pressing heavy on the steel pickguard dragging brass through the dust Ripped open quiet rooms bringing lightning to a room full of suits Back row soft-spoken whispers turning cold in the draft Before the main circuit blew scattering copper across the floor Satin gown dripping hands turned iron-clad heavy with purpose Built an entire movement out of raw thunder and grit Never asked for a single green light no hesitation Slung electric timber cutting through the silence without an apology She swung the wire Reclaim the wire Turned the quiet sanctuary into pure desire Set the room on fire Long before the crown or the hall of fame She wrote the actual law now speak the name Sister Rosetta Callous on the index snapping static noise clearing the air Drove clean through the middle of those polite boys leaving tire marks Thumb-picking pattern cutting straight through gospel choirs with heat Left the whole foundation burning down to the bedrock Call it holy noise call it what you need to call it doesn't matter Planted heavy roots inside a steel pocket locked down Every down-tuned chug every single groove today pay attention Traces straight back to her hands no matter who claims the title She swung the wire Reclaim the wire Turned the quiet sanctuary into pure desire Set the room on fire Long before the crown or the hall of fame She wrote the actual law now speak the name Speak the name Sister Rosetta No permission granted no permission asked Tore away the curtain Stripped away the mask Long before distorted stacks long before the stage A woman with a Gibson tore apart the page Tore the page Broke the cage She swung the wire Reclaim the wire Turned the quiet sanctuary into pure desire Set the room on fire Long before the crown or the hall of fame She wrote the actual law now speak the name Speak the name Sister Rosetta She wrote the law
